At this moment, the place was completely silent.
The faint smell of blood filled the villagers' nostrils, which meant that the madman in front of them definitely meant what he said. In front of even more crazy people, these crazy villagers were all pinned to the ground and unable to get up.
How dare they say nothing? How dare they challenge the limits of a lunatic
Cherishing life was the biggest flaw of the crazy villagers, and Luo Zhifeng took advantage of this to play with their lives, completely crushing them psychologically.
This also overwhelmed the old village chief. He began to panic. He was so panicked that he no longer tried his best to hide himself in the crowd, but immediately lowered his voice and said: "He doesn't dare, he is lying to you!"
"He will never do anything!"
The village chief had wrinkles at the end of his eyes, and he was convincing the villagers with great determination. That person told him who the young man's parents were. In this indiscriminate attack, if he really dared to take action, his parents would also become minced meat!
The village chief didn't believe that Luo Zhifeng dared to attack his parents... What's more, that person promised him the wealth that would make him rich for a lifetime - they must, must be prevented from running this Lao Shizi formation.
Even if the agitation fails, he can still take advantage of the chaos and escape. They will not be able to find him even if they search the ends of the earth!
The village chief doesn't think there's anything wrong with sacrificing these villagers at all. Anyway, he let his wife and children hide early, and they should be happy that he can push them out and exchange them for a lot of wealth. They should be happy that they finally did it. My stupid, useless life has made some contribution.
If they had any surviving family members when they fell, the village chief wouldn't mind giving them something from his hand.
After thinking for a while, the village chief cast his earnest eyes on the formation, which was flickering with light and in its final start-up stage. It had the color of ice and snow, and a cool and clear attitude like an immortal. When it was destroyed by a small mortal, , must be as grand and devastating as thousands of ice flowers shattered.
According to the agreement between the village chief and the man, as soon as the formation is destroyed, the living dead will come upon hearing the news, help the village chief cover it, and bury all the insiders in this place.
This is where the village chief’s confidence lies.
There was a slight commotion in the crowd, just as the village chief said, Yinsi shrank to the side as if afraid of hurting them, leaving a larger gap.
The village chief was overjoyed when he saw this scene. He lowered his body and was ready to shrink out at any time if it failed. What kind of deterrent could the silver thread have in this way? Isn't this young man stupid? He showed weakness after just a few words? !
I'm afraid there's something wrong with my brain!
But when the short village chief shrank like a mouse and lowered his ugly body, no villager took advantage of this great opportunity to deal with the time bomb of Luo Zhifeng. On the contrary, they all gave way. He took a step forward and unanimously turned his attention to the direction from which the voice came.
The village chief, who was guilty of being a thief, was exposed in front of everyone. The village chief belatedly noticed the scorching eyes of everyone. When he raised his head, he saw the villagers' astonishingly neat movements as if they were possessed by ghosts.
The villagers locked the position of the village chief without any effort. The village chief was stared at in panic by them. He couldn't figure out why they refused to take advantage of such a great opportunity. What are you looking at him for? !
He suddenly became a little panicked. He thought he could sneak away in the chaos. He was all ready to escape, but why didn't there be chaos
"Is it you? Village chief?"
A villager finally moved. He took a step forward and glared at the village chief: "You... you."
"What am I?" The village chief smiled reluctantly and secretly clenched his hands.
But immediately, the people standing next to him shouted in unison: "I am very sure that the person who spoke is the village chief, there is absolutely no mistake!"
"Yes, yes, it's definitely him. I didn't say that. Do you see how my voice is as hoarse as just now?" A sturdy man in his thirties stood next to the village chief. He raised his hand to express his gratitude. Innocent, he didn't do anything!
The village chief was dumbfounded as he looked at them as if they were bowing their heads. You responded to me, and his mind was mixed into a ball of paste. What are they going to do
Soon, he knew what the villagers were doing here. The familiar ferocious look of the village chief appeared in their eyes. This time, the ferocity was not directed at the monks, but at the village chief himself. .
If the villagers and the monks who had their spiritual power restrained were evenly divided, then the village chief would only be crushed by the villagers.
After he struggled for a few moments, the people who rushed towards him had his hands cut off and his knees kicked to the ground. The villagers also hit the village chief on the ground with a loud bang on his forehead, which made his forehead turn red and dirty dirt stuck to his face.
The villagers looked at the monks like Luo Zhifeng who had recovered and started talking in various ways, but they all expressed the same meaning.
"Everything is caused by the village chief, we are just the ones who were deceived! He is the culprit!"
When the village chief heard this, he immediately pouted and cursed: "A bunch of mud can't hold up the wall!"
What are the villagers going to do? They were afraid and didn't dare to gamble with Luo Zhifeng on who would die first, so they pulled out the village chief, the mastermind behind it, and made him bear all the consequences!
The village chief's eyes were cracked. He raised his head and looked at Luo Zhifeng reflexively. He relied on instinct to catch a trace of the weirdness in Luo Zhifeng's stupid behavior that he had ridiculed. He was not disappointed. When he looked at Luo Zhifeng, the village chief noticed that Luo Zhifeng was staring at him and smiling.
Under heavy pressure, the village chief withdrew his gaze in horror, and instantly became sweaty.
He knows it! He saw everything in his eyes... It was ridiculous. He still thought Luo Zhifeng's actions were stupid. Now that he thought about it, letting go of the silver thread was not to create an escape channel for him at all, but to firmly control the villagers' thoughts. In your hands, you can even say that you are playing with them in the palm of your hand!
When Luo Zhifeng let go of Yinsi, he relied on his understanding of the villagers' psychology to let them take the initiative to catch him! This, this... The village chief was dripping with cold sweat, his old body stooped even more, and his look of panic was clearly revealed.
He glanced at Luo Zhifeng from a distance, but only for a moment and his eyes closed tightly as if being pricked by needles. Luo Zhifeng is not a human being, he is a devil, a devil!
Ah... The village chief's energy seemed to have been taken away from him, and he knelt down dejectedly.
There was no one to look after the village chief for the time being. The villagers who took the initiative to arrest the village chief changed their previous attitude and smiled humbly and flatteringly. They spoke tremblingly: "The culprit has been caught, so Silver Thread... No need, right? We won't do it again, we won't do it again, it's all because of the villain..."
As he spoke, a strong man slapped the village chief hard, causing his cheeks to become red and swollen. He forced him to ask, "Speak! Why do you do such a thing?"
The village chief coughed out a bloody tooth. He was so intimidated by Luo Zhifeng that he was so dazed that he knelt there like a dead tree. He heard the questions from the middle-aged villagers. The words came out intermittently in a daze:
"Someone came to me, promised me a large sum of money, and asked me to incite the villagers to destroy the formation. They said that as long as the formation is destroyed a little, the living dead will come over to help me deal with the people who will reveal this matter."
Some villagers were immediately filled with indignation and gave the village chief another hard punch in shock and anger.
But their acting was a bit fake. Luo Zhifeng squinted his eyes slightly. This behavior was a bit too exaggerated.
The village chief was punched so hard that his body shook several times, and his dull pupils gradually regained focus. In the process of regaining his clarity, he said intermittently: "He told me a secret, and there will be a very powerful one." A monk, his parents were from Wuluo Village before he embarked on the path of cultivating immortality. It was impossible for him to kill his parents, so I planned this plan... "
The village chief did not say who his parents were. The villagers in their prime looked at each other and looked around to see who might be Mo Shang's parents.
Mo Shang's parents were among the villagers who were searching in confusion. They had been reincarnated once, but they did not recognize their grown-up children.
They looked at Luo Zhifeng with a hint of coldness and strangeness in their eyes. Luo Zhifeng heard a sigh from the owner of this body, "Mo Shang", which was filled with a little sadness, but soon it was throbbing. My heart suddenly calmed down again, replaced by a kind of clarity and calm.
"Mo Shang" feels guilty and longs for his parents, which has even become the body's instinct, invisibly hindering the body's pursuit of the great road.
But today, under this incident, the real Mo Shang has gradually begun to let go - he will protect his parents in this life, but the memories of the past have gradually disappeared like smoke.
After hearing what the village chief said, the monks saw that Luo Zhifeng had some changes.
Previously, they felt that Luo Zhifeng was a ruthless man whose powerful methods were worthy of admiration. However, when they learned that Luo Zhifeng's parents were among these villagers, and that his parents were pointing at him with swords, the monks began to express their hatred towards Luo Zhifeng. There was a feeling of pity for sharing the same problem.
Similarly, admiration also arises spontaneously - this is really a gamble! The key is that Luo Zhifeng actually made the right bet!
Bai Yue's eyes when he looked at Luo Zhifeng also changed slightly. He murmured in his heart, thank you... No matter how preconceived prejudice he had against Luo Zhifeng before, Luo Zhifeng did save their group.
Thinking of this, Bai Yue felt a slight bitterness in his mouth. If Luo Zhifeng hadn't taken action, these elite monks, who could be called elites, would have almost died at the hands of mortals without any cultivation!
He lowered his head and glanced at the wound that was still bleeding. Bai Yue couldn't help but remember the feeling of his flesh being torn apart.
Bai Yue looked at the villagers with anger in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down his expression and put on the smile of the master of Lingxian Sect again.
"How to deal with them?" Bai Yue sent a message to Li Luoqiong and Luo Zhifeng alone.
The villagers now have different faces, actively admitting their mistakes, and smiling like daisies. But no matter how bright their smiles were, the monks couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts when they saw them. Everyone knew that under such a friendly face there was another bloodthirsty and terrifying face.
They are like murderers who have finished their slaughter and put on a friendly mask to beg for forgiveness.
Li Luoqiong was still staring in Luo Zhifeng's direction, and a glimmer of realization flashed in his eyes. Li Luoqiong had already found something in Luo Zhifeng that he lacked. He felt that the shackles on his body were loosening in an instant, and a higher realm had locked the door on him.
Their fight has not yet decided a winner, but Li Luoqiong predicted the outcome in advance. His mind moved slightly, and Luo Zhifeng also knew Li Luoqiong's meaning in an instant.
The sword cultivator lowered his eyes gently, his expression was like melting ice, and the thousand-year-old frost was showing signs of melting.
"I lost." Li Luoqiong said this with the utmost calmness. He arched his eyebrows and said, "Looking forward to... the future."
What are you looking forward to in the future? See you again in your real body in the future.
Li Luoqiong realized that Luo Zhifeng was wearing a body at the moment. He came from a higher and more difficult-to-reach place. If he ascended, would he have a chance to see Luo Zhifeng's true body
Luo Zhifeng answered him: "Maybe?"
That's good. This was a definite answer for Li Luoqiong. He held his sword and drew the warmest warmth from the cold sword.
After that, he quickly fell into a state of selflessness, like a cold and pure ice sculpture.
Bai Yue: "Li Keqing? Li Keqing?"
He was more inclined to find Li Luoqiong, but unexpectedly he shouted a few times during the sound transmission. Everything was normal on Li Luoqiong's link, but there was no reply at all.
He couldn't help but turn to Li Luoqiong's side and called out softly: "Ke Qing Li?" You need something to look for.
Li Luoqiong: "..."
Bai Yue: "...?" Only then did he see clearly that Li Luoqiong seemed to be deep in thought, just like he suddenly went to retreat during a discussion not long ago...
Obviously Li Keqing will have another breakthrough.
Bai Yue was a little envious. He was in this position and needed to think carefully, and he couldn't be as casual as Li Keqing. For example, right now... He glanced around at the restless monks and knew that he had to come up with a solution as soon as possible.
Luo Zhifeng, who had been silent all this time, spoke in the voice transmission: "I'll come."
Bai Yue subconsciously followed his steps, and he saw that the spiritual power was spread out into a grid, just like the picture formed by the interweaving of silver wires. He connected the sound transmission channels of all the monks present in this way. together.
How much subtlety of manipulation does this require? Bai Yue couldn't imagine it, but even his master couldn't do this.
Such a growth rate... Bai Yue vaguely knew Luo Zhifeng's capital as the son of destiny.
"What?"
"What's wrong? All of a sudden?"
The monks who were suddenly pulled into the same sound transmission grid screamed in shock, and then Luo Zhifeng's voice reassured them.
He asked: "Do these villagers want you to forgive them -"
He turned to one side, and the monk who followed his gaze took in all the expressions of the villagers.
They hurriedly put all the blame on the village chief, as if the man who wanted to kill them all like an evil ghost just now didn't exist. They tortured the village chief in various ways in order to gain the recognition of the monks. They did not use cruel methods, but just from these actions, you can get a glimpse of their bloodthirsty.
On the surface, the villagers were repenting and apologizing, but their acting skills were really poor and they were too careless. What was hidden under their faces was clearly indifference and conformity.
They do not repent for what they have done, thinking that as long as they apologize, the monks will forgive them. After all, they are monks! They are not supposed to protect mortals, so how can they attack defenseless mortals
The villagers took it for granted, with the thought that if they apologized to the monk, they should suffer it! It's like a giant, despised baby who has been spoiled and thinks that other people's efforts are justified and should be -
This kind of thought is the reason why the villagers only listened to a few words and then rashly attacked the monks.
Just because of one thought: He can't do anything to us!
The villagers' thoughts were clearly visible to the monk's gaze.
"Why should we forgive them so easily? Why do they ask us to forgive them? Based on their great achievements like almost killing a monk?!"
Monks should protect mortals as much as possible. This is the consistent practice of righteous monks.
But now, with the ugly face of the villagers exposed, the monks no longer want to abide by this practice. They are not worthy!
When someone shouted angrily in the sound transmission grid, they peeked at Luo Zhifeng and Bai Yue from the outside, and they couldn't help but have an idea... Will the sect ask them to forgive the villagers
When the monk imagined this possibility, he felt resentful, but unexpectedly Luo Zhifeng said: "Yes, why should you forgive them? They must forgive if they apologize. Where does this agreement come from?"
"If you beat them to a point of disability and then apologize and ask them to forgive you, will they just forgive you?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Look," Luo Zhifeng chuckled, "I have an idea on how to deal with them. Don't they think it's natural for monks to protect mortals? Then why not let them try it for themselves. How much did the monks pay for it? What’s your cultivation level today?”
"Implant part of the memory into their bodies, and when night comes, they will usher in a new second life... Only when they put themselves in their shoes and experience this will they be able to compare their feelings!" A smile appeared on Luo Zhifeng's lips. meaning.
Xiao Xuan lightly scratched his head and felt something was wrong. Why did he think Luo Zhifeng's proposal was not just for the villagers to compare their feelings
More like... legitimate torture
Luo Zhifeng continued: "It's up to you to choose the memories to be implanted."
Xiao Xuanqing stopped thinking. He couldn't resist Luo Zhifeng's suggestion. Let them choose the memories themselves. They would definitely get today's revenge! Who can forget such shame? The faces of those villagers who repaid kindness with hatred and quickly apologized and begged for forgiveness were extremely ugly...
Yes, physical torture may cause the monks to accidentally kill them, and it will also be detrimental to the reputation of the sect. A few superficial descriptions can be used to smear the sect.
Luo Zhifeng's suggestion really touched the hearts of the monks present!
They subconsciously ignored the similarities between this approach and the revenge of some demonic cultivators. At this moment, the monks shared the same hatred and wished to make the villagers worse than death. Even if it was close to the demonic cultivators' methods, so what
"Let them be happy for a while. Only then will they know what purgatory is."
Luo Zhifeng said with a slight smile, but when the formation was not destroyed, the power to imprison the spiritual power gradually failed, and the monks continued to input spiritual power to maintain it... the formation finally showed its true power.
In an instant, a light that seemed like daylight lit up in the void, like a fairy casting a glance from the clouds, and all evil existences could not hide from it.
It locked onto the existence of every living dead with incomparable accuracy, emitting a life-threatening light while making them aware but unable to react.
The monks participating in this formation felt as if they were on the scene, and what was reflected in their eyes was the scene where the living dead scattered everywhere were annihilated. There was a living dead who was drinking blood and was engulfed from head to toe by the white light. The white flames drove away things that should not exist in this body...
They saw the surviving mortals holding their arms and weeping with joy for being alive, and the monks suddenly enlightened and split the skin with a sword.
The invisible warmth infected the monks who watched this scene, making their hearts become ethereal and pure to the extreme for a short time.
The monks watched as the existence of the living dead disappeared into nothingness. The white light in front of them gradually became weaker, which meant that the number of living dead was decreasing rapidly.
When the white light suddenly became as bright as the fluorescent tail of a firefly, the monks who participated in this formation couldn't help but be filled with pride and had a glimpse of a future in which the living dead would completely disappear!
There is probably one living dead, and they are all "dead"! The monks were so excited that they couldn't contain themselves, and their hearts were constantly touched. Some of them even had tears falling from the corners of their eyes, and their joy was beyond words.
However, just when the last white light was about to dissipate, what the monks saw was not the beheaded living dead, but a living dead thrown aside with disgust, arrogant and unruly, with red hair like blood. Yinglong, he grinned, revealing his sharp fangs, and used a huge red sword to sweep away all the power of the formation!
His behavior caused the picture in front of the monks to flicker and disappear, but when the picture disappeared, all the monks saw Ying Long turning his head to reveal the bright red vertical pupils, and the words he said: "Oh? I am coming!"
Yinglong's appearance is like that of a hunter targeting his prey, and his arrival represents hunting. What shocked the monks even more was that at the end of the scene, there was a frozen scene. A dragon-shaped being with a body like flames grinned at everyone, but the young man they saw just now was nowhere to be seen.
But the same crimson and cruel vertical pupils, as well as the same curve of the grinning lips, made Yinglong's identity obvious - he was a dragon-like existence transformed into a human form, and he was so red... Naked exposed his identity, giving people the feeling that he was declaring war!
It can be seen from the previous scene that this young man chose to protect the living dead for some unknown reason. From this aspect alone, they will definitely be in a situation where they will never stop fighting.
"Huh!" The village chief gasped, with a bit of hatred and panic, "He is... that person!"
But how could the person he was dealing with be such a dragon-shaped monster? The teeth in his grinning mouth were terrifyingly sharp. As long as he closed his mouth gently like this... click, if the village chief shrank his neck, his neck would be broken immediately!
How could he dare to deal with such a monster? m When the villagers suddenly saw this scene, they were extremely panicked. In addition, they had no idea how the monks would deal with it, and they felt as if they were on pins and needles. They took this name and fled in a hurry: "It's too scary, I want to go home! I want to go home!" gone back!"
Bai Yue saw the villagers scattering like birds and beasts, and smiled lightly: "Do you think you can escape like this...?"
At the same time, he also found it funny. The villagers avoided this dragon-shaped creature, but they dared to kill the monks who were also more powerful than them. They must have been accustomed to the kindness of the monks!
Ridiculous... like a clown.
Bai Yue's voice appeared for the first time in the sound transmission grid. His voice was very soft and faint, with a hint of maturity that was not there before: "From now on, the righteous path will no longer protect Wuluo Village."
"If they want to join the Demonic Way? It depends on whether the Demonic Way will accept people like them who like to rebel."
Those who are not accepted by the righteous path will not be accepted by the demonic path. It is because they are afraid that there are demon cultivators who like to study puppets, take the blood of living people, etc., so they will take in these villagers.
Bai Yue's words symbolize the Lingxian Sect, and the meaning of the Lingxian Sect largely represents the meaning of the right way.
Luo Zhifeng's position was a little awkward, but Bai Yue was the orthodox leader of the Lingxian Sect. He didn't mention Luo Zhifeng's proposal just now, and just silently acquiesced. At the same time, his next words also gave the monks present a powerful blow. support.
After experiencing this incident, Bai Yue became a little more mature. He looked around at the monks who were staring in the direction of the fleeing villagers, and said: "It seems that the good and the evil will coexist. It seems that it is the general trend..."
This group of monks vaguely looks like a little bit of the devil.
"But, who is that person...?" Bai Yue thought of Ying Long's appearance. There seemed to be a vague existence of such a dragon-shaped creature in his memory. He did not remember who Ying Long was for the time being, but those red vertical pupils were already there. Let’s finalize the impression for the time being.
If placed in the royal family of the mortal world, this young man would probably be a tyrant who could kill thousands of people with just one word.
The law cannot restrain him, nor can his emotions restrain him. He is an existence that acts purely on desire and is willing to seek excitement. Definitely a... very difficult enemy!
Bai Yue was so worried that he broke out in a cold sweat, searching for traces of Ying Long in his mind with all his strength. As far as he could remember, he seemed to have heard of the existence of this dragon-shaped creature somewhere.
When the village chief saw the villagers running away in chaos, he immediately planned to take advantage of the opportunity to escape.
However, one of his legs was broken by a villager, and blood spilled out, so he dragged one leg with difficulty and tried to get out. The village chief looked in all directions and caught a glimpse of the blood on his legs. Due to the impact just now, he couldn't help but think of the red that was splitting the sky and covering the earth, such a terrifying red.
The thought just now popped up inadvertently. Will his neck be crushed by a dragon-shaped existence
No way... ba
As soon as the word "ba" came out for the village chief, he was already speechless. What was reflected in his peripheral vision was a slender, perfect arm with red spots all over it.
The village chief was not crushed by the teeth of the dragon-shaped creature... his neck was crushed directly by Yinglong in human form with his arms!
After the village chief's pupils were completely clouded and lifeless, a large amount of blood spattered from his neck. The fresh blood was red in color and reflected a destructive light in Yinglong's eyes.
He likes red and he likes killing!
Yinglong threw away the dead village chief like trash. He had no concept of cherishing life at all. The first time he met the righteous monk, he killed a person in such a quick way!
The breathing around them became heavier, and the monks stared, as if they wanted to stare out a pair of vertical pupils again.
But Yinglong silently ignored the vigilance of the guys around him. He heard the harsh screams of the villagers who did not escape. He touched his ears and felt a little unpleasant. He waved his hand, and if there was a red light, his life would be harvested.
"Yinglong." Luo Zhifeng called him.
"Huh?" Yinglong spotted Luo Zhifeng, and the red light in his hand that was ready to go dissipated, and his vertical pupils stared at Luo Zhifeng as if he was the only one left in his eyes.
Ying Long pointed casually at the corpse of the village chief with his head tilted, and raised his lips: "I'll help you get rid of this garbage."
"This is a meeting ceremony."